There is an old man singing elvis

And now that Terri and I are in two separate locations, the blog will begin again! I know that we have had many people this semester who have been grossly disappointed by our lack or termination of updating, but now our one follower (whoever you are) will have something to read. You are probably going to be disappointed. Lol, Terri, why are we so negative on here?
I’m in Fort Myers Island, Florida for the break. It’s a small island (6-8 miles in length) that is full of lonely old white men who think it’s cool to call out “hey Lahinia, call me” when they see a twenty year old female jogging across the street. I HATE That. Until this year, the honks and whistling never really bothered me, to some extent I liked it, but this year it disgusts me. I feel rather degraded, and just want to run. When I was in Cooper a couple of days ago, I read J.M Coetzee’s Disgrace. It is an AMAZING novel. I don’t really want to discuss it, other to say that one of the characters gets raped. She doesn’t report the incident, refuses to talk to anyone about it, and tries to forget. The attackers are never caught. She ends up pregnant, and also finds that one of her attackers (there were three) is related to her neighbor, and is living on her neighbor’s farm. I can’t imagine what that must be like, and throughout the novel, I was mad at the character for never saying anything about the rape. I felt like she should have went to the police in the first place, but especially when the rapist was living so close. Or move away. This is a really long stretch, but at the same time I didn’t really see what the big deal was when guys would honk. I thought it was silly, but shrugged it off, while my friends were often bothered. God, but after this stupid old man yelling at me to call him, I wanted to stop running alone, not run that direction, run somewhere else, anything to not have people honk. In a way, I was doing the same as the character from the novel. I am not saying that what I was experienced was anything close to rape, and I’m sorry if it seemed like I was trying to make that comparison.
Other than the men, Florida has been great. I was out on the beach for part of the afternoon, and spent an hour walking a mile up and back. My mother and father love to walk the beach looking for shells, and they take FOREVER if you are trying to walk with them. I found myself doing the same. I find myself continuing a lot of their habits lately. It’s so cool to see all the shells washed up on the beach, and the sand pipers, and gulls, egrets, and other wildlife. I found a crab today in the shallow part, and it was so pretty! I took pictures, but Mu isn’t reading my card, so I will try to transfer them via flashdrive tomorrow to post. It was a really pretty crab. I have always found their empty shells (it’s not really a shell…more like whatever it is on top), so it was cool to see the entire crab.
I wrote this all a couple of days ago. I don't have a stable internet connection.